It would seem that Gypsy and Misery worked together perfectly. The pre-show locker room verbal brawl told the audience otherwise, but somehow, someway, the two managed to work together. Of course, it was a bit shaky, considering both wanted a piece of the action, but when it all came down to it, the team of Misery and Gypsy proved to be a force in this tournament, wether the rest of the participants chose to wake the fuck up and take notice, or not. It's what landed them in the Main Event this week, round 2 of the Tag team tournament. Rot and Logan Law proved to be easy opponents, but would Rosie Razorblade and Jay Styles prove to be the same. Let's not forget the fact that we're talking about Gypsy and Misery, here. Gypsy, who has brung it in the ring for years now, and everyone knows it. Misery, who has been on a winning streak since he got back, and has pretty much demolished anyone he's stepped into the ring now. Then there's Rosie, she can well...flash people. Jay Styles, he can well...umm...well he's a former BUDvision champ, even though he lost to Leaky, so I guess that pretty much takes away any cool point he might have recieved. It's highly doubtful that Rosie's breasts will be able to save her team from complete annihilation, however enormous they may be. Misery didn't find any cause for celebration after Hangover's tag team match, because quite frankily, he knew it was coming. Whoever didn't know Gypsy and Misery would come out with their hands raised, needed some sort of lazer eye surgery. The two were ingenius, and no matter how much they got under each other's skin, there was no dying that they dominated together. It was no surprise, and so Misery did what he always did after a match, and that was do something he thought to be enjoyable. This time lead him on top of the hotel roof, with a bottle of Jack, though it was the middle of the day. Who cares. He took a sip here, and a sip there, but showed no signs of imparement. You could tell he was a drinker, and it would take him a lot to get drunk. A couple bottles of Jack was like social hour for him. However, his two person party, because of couse Lady Andromeda was at his side, was cut short by the sound of a ringing phone. Misery flipped open his cell phone to hear Gypsy at the other end. Apparently she had some devious plan. That's why Misery liked her, because she was a woman with a plan. As everyone knows, Misery likes plans. The top end of the cell phone found the bottome end quite nicely, "Who in their right mind would call you? Who even has your number? Who would want your number?" "Oh, you'd be surprised..." Misery shot back. Lady Andromeda raised an eyebrow, wondering exactly where this was coming from. "No, actually it happened to be Gypsy. I guess she's got a twinkle in her eye about something. Sounds like fun. You know I'm always up for some evil doings and whatnot." "She probably wanted to go over some sort of gameplan for your round two match. I hear you're up against Jay Syles again, with some bimbo partner. Unless she really does have something fun to do, wouldn't that be something." She poured some of the bottle into a shot, and downed it like a champ before looking back up. "Oh yes, I like how Jay thinks that just because he pulled a win over the former champion, means he's hot shit. Let me break it down for him, because I know he's listening. The teams in the tournament, are far greater than he could ever imagine. The reason why White Trash held onto the titles for so long, is because everyone was to tied up with other events. Nobody wanted the Tag titles, so White Trash never even defended them. If she did, then it was a random defense that only insured her a rematch if she ever lost them. But here's the catch, management knew this. Yeah, they knew that nobody would take the time to stoop to the level of Trash, and take the titles from her. Even Jay knows he didn't want too, he was to tied up with his BUDvision...which by the way he doesn't have anymore. So they stripped her of them, and paired people up. Now you have people like Drew Stevenson, Kevin Sane, and even myself fighting for the Tag titles. Before, both Drew and Kevin were both focused on the Heavyweight title, and couldn't be bothered with the Tag titles. I, myself, was more focused on other things, rather than the titles. So you see, just because he pulled a win over the former champion, doesn't mean he's the 'best team in BUD' as Jay put it. She was hardly anything of a champion, and the new contenders for the actual titles could put her down for the three count anyday of the week." Misery took some straight from the bottle, and chugged, setting the bottle back down with a 'clink' sound. He hadn't been drinking in quite some while. Alcohol is one of the substances that he was forced to go to rehab for. Oh well, what's one bottle? Lady smiled, because she knew every word Misery spoke was truth. "Yes, but it's best that he keep thinking that. If he thinks that he's unbeatable, that he is apart of the best tag team in BUD, then he'll be that much easier to pin. Just like last time. He was obviously blinded by the gold on his shoulder, and didn't realize you could easily sweep his feet out from under him. The bigger his ego is, the harder he'll fall. I have no idea how he got past the first round..."  He stood on his feet, looking over the edge of the building. There were so many lights, and they appeared to be dancing. "But good for him on actually showing up to the match. We wouldn't want him to throw yet another match in the toilet. He already handed the BUDvision title over on a silver platter to Leaky, so I almost thought he would give Taio and Trash a free pass to the next round. It's good that he didn't, because now I'll get the satisfaction of defeating him for a second time. If he doesn't remember, I'm the one that put this little bad luck curse on him. Didn't he have a little win streak before he went up against me? Yes, I remember him bragging about how he hadn't been defeated since his return, or some nonesense of that nature. Then I came along, and knocked him on his ass, didn't I? That's where it all went downhill, and he even lost his little BUDvision title to the one person that he hates the most. I watched that match, and I thought, wow I'm good. When it boils down to it, I'm the reason Leaky was able to beat Jay for the title. I put Jay in his place, and he just kept on rolling after that. It's the domino theory. Once you push one, the rest just keep falling. He thinks this time will be different. I think otherwise. I've proven to be his achilles heel, and there's just no overcoming me. Deep down, he knows that." Jay Styles lived in a world unseen to the untrained eye. It was a world hidden away, so nobody could see. Hidden away from reality. It's called Stylesville, yes, that's what this realm is called, and Jay is the king. In Stylesville, Jay is the best around, and nobody can even lay a finger on him. However, he appears in our realm as a regular guy who possess no talent. Misery wondered why Jay Styles, Leaky Format, and half of BUD weren't ever inducted into psych wards like he had been. They seemed way more crazy than he did. I mean, Jay Styles walking around saying that he is the best thing since sliced bread? If that's not enough to get a straight jacket slapped on you, then nothing is. Lady Andromeda stood up, as well, though she didn't look over the edge. She was a bit afraid of heights. "I remember hearing something about White Trash being the special referee, too." "I'm not sure why Trash would be the special referee, but I have an idea. No, it's not to ensure Jay and his partner a loss, but infact, it's to make sure that they play fair. White Trash will make sure Jay and his friend play nice, because she'll have no problem DQing them if they don't. I've already beaten Jay, and he knows I'll have no problems doing it again. If I were him, I'd resort to some sort of fowl play, as well. I mean, he can't get the job done in a fair one-on-one match, so I see why he would do it. Then there's the matter of his little friend, Rene something or another. Well, if I were her, I would have resorted to fowl play even in the first round. With a partner like Jay, there's no chance of making it to the finals." "I believe her name is Rosie Razorblade..." "Rosie Razorblade? Damn, she must have jumped straight off a myspace page or something. I'm sure you can find it next to Martin Mayhem[tm] and Daisy Disaster[tm]. You might as well request to be her friend. Two more and she reaches two million. It says so in her display name." He throws his head back in laughter. "Come on Mis, it's not funny. This Rosie chick, she actually possess some skill. It won't be like last week." She doesn't seem amused. He seemed very energetic at this point. Waving his arms this way and that way as he talked. "Oh, that's just the thing. It's fricken' hiliarious. While I do understand that Miss Razorblade does have some in-ring skill, she doesn't seem to realize that she doesn't have quite enough to take my team down. I already beat Jay in a one-on-one match, easily. If I'm to much for him, then that means I'm going to still have leftovers for Rosie. Then we factor in the fact that I have a whole other partner, Gypsy, and you realize that they just don't stand a chance. Too bad she got stuck with Jay, it's kind of sad actually. What's even sadder is that she actually thinks she can go through the whole tournament with him as her partner. I'll give her some credit, because it's due, last week she was the one that held up their team. She got the win. Jay, probably wouldn't be able to take it to even Taio if his life depended on it. However, this week. They're not going up against White Trash, and they sure as hell won't be seeing Taio in that ring tonight. Rosie could barely take down both competitors, does she really think she's a match for Gypsy and myself? Doubt it. But if she really does, then she's even more psycho than I am." "She's not scared of my appearance? Good, she shouldn't be, because that's not what it's intended to do. The intimidation I give off doesn't come from the face paint, it comes from what I can do in the ring. She might as well ask her fuck buddy, Jay, because he knows all about it. I wouldn't call her a whore or anything, because with Gypsy by my side, it'd almost be the pot calling the kettle black. Condeming Rosie for something my partner probably goes out and does more times a night than I can count." Something else he laughed at that wasn't that funny. Atleast it was only a little one this time. Just then his phone started to ring again. Instead of flipping it open, he looked at the collar ID, then decided not to answer."Hmm...I guess Gypsy's here. Probably at my room wondering where the hell I am." He started walking towards the rooftop stairs, when he suddenly noticed that Lady Andromeda wasn't behind him. He turned around and looked at her, still siting on the ground. "You coming?" She turned around to face him, a smile on her face. "I'll be down in a second. Just becaue you can't have anymore fun, doesn't mean I have to stop." She replied. Misery shurgged. Just because his night was pretty much ruined by whatever Gypsy wanted to talk about, doesn't mean that Lady Andromeda's night had to be ruined, as well. He made his way down the stairs to the floor that his room was on. Good thing is room was somewhere near the top floor, or it would have been a long walk. I guess he would  have taken the elevator if that was the case. Anyway, he reached his doown and slide the key card in. He figured he'd call Gypsy back now, tell her which room he was in and whatnot.  Just as he brought on his cell phone, he heard a female voice coming from directly behind him. Of course. "So what exactly were you up to a minute ago?" He figured she has asked the person at the front desk. All the same, she didn't have a right to know what he did in his spare time. They hadn't really crossed that border from buisness partners to friends just yet. "I fell down this rabit hole, and this wierd cat wouldn't tell how to get back up. So I had to find my own way out. There were drunk 'tea partiers', and a bong smoking catepillar, and this fatass queen who wanted to cut off my head. It was crazy." She raised an eyebrow, and wondered if he was kidding or not. She didn't know what went on inside his mind. "Misery in wonderland, eh?" "I guess so..." Realizing that they were still standing outside the room, they stepped inside. "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about again?" "Oh yes, well, before we move onto bigger and better things, I wanted to talk strategedy. Last week we went out there, did our thing, and we came out on top. Honestly, it was because our opponents were on the weak end. They had no idea what they were doing out there. Even I can admit that  these two are a step up from where we were before. I suggest we both had our own person to go for, someone we know they can take out." She was hinting at something, but Misery didn't know what exactly. As she was saying this, she plopped down on the nearby couch, and put her head back and smidge. "Alright, kind of a seperate and destroy plan. I like it. Sounds fair enough. But the question is, who would be taking who?" It had just crossed Misery's mind that there might be a problem. Suddenly he realized what she was probably hinting at. "You've already beaten Jay, why don't you take him?" She waved him off, like it was an expected thing, though she knew he wouldn't stand for it. Mis went over to where Gypsy was sitting. Why was it that when things got heated, you had to make sure the other person saw you? Was it a thing with facial expressions? I don't know. Anyway. "No, no, no. That's just the thing, I know I can beat Jay. Thus, that's why I should take this Razorblade chick. I should be moving steps up from Jay, not staying at his level. You I'm not so sure about. I mean, can you even handle Jay? You've been gone for awhile, and your first match back is a...dark match. It's not very reassuring to your tag partner." Now Gypsy was on her feet. "Wow, are you kidding me? Did you seriously just say you don't think I can handle Jay Styles?" She displayed an offended tone in her voice. "You have to admit I do have plenty grounds for my accusation. With your ring rust, I don't think you're even up to speed with Styles, that's what I get Rosie." "With ringrust, you're still lower than me in the skill level. So you take Jay." Just like before, slowly, insults began to come out. The two held back though. "I have an idea, why don't we just flip a coin. Fair and square. I'll even let you call it. If you win, then you get to choose. Fair?" Not like it would prove who was better in this partnership. But if they managed to lose, then they'd know whose fault it was. "Fine, flip the damn coin then..." They hadn't realized it when they first came in, but Gypsy and Misery had left the door open. Anyone standing in the hall could probably hear their argument. Probably thought it was some bickering married couple. In their heat, they hadn't even noticed Lady Andromeda standing at the front door. "I'm glad the conversation between you two has upgraded to atleast half way civilized..."